She looks up at me and smiles (smirks?).
“Come on, Ms. Kim. This is boring. You know that, right?”
As I’m trying to work on staying calm and never raising my voice, I’ve realize that with that comes my old tendency to stutter.
“Is it difficult for you to read? Maybe that’s why you don’t get it,” I suggest lamely. Inside though, I am full of comebacks and right now, that conversation still niggles at me. I don’t feel furious, but I do feel indignant. How dare she? This story is amazing and how dare she pass off this text as “boring” when it’s more along the lines of the fact that she can’t read 7 pages straight.
Okay, okay. In this mentality, I see all the areas where I fail. I get it. Is it her fault she’s so low? Nooeewwwp… Should I take it personally? Newwwp. blergh.
I think one of the comments I hate the most is the flippant, “That was fun today,” or “You should do this more.” Because in them saying that, it assumes that other lessons aren’t fun, or that lessons are *supposed* to be fun.
I feel like getting to her eye level and saying, “This is boring for me too.” Teaching ELA to kids who are constantly behind and feel complacent or defensive or insecure or whatever about it is boring. It makes me long for the days when I taught math. When it was easier to just group, differentiate, and figure out what kids mastered and what they hadn’t.
ELA is the worst. You have to teach vocabulary, grammar, writing, writing, reading, comprehension, fluency, speaking, listening. It’s not Robin Williams and his classroom of rich prep boys. It’s not even Hilary Swank and her underprivileged yet eager to succeed group of urban kids. It’s this weird middle where my kids are behind – victims (?) of the system – yet they .. act like it’s my fault.
Thinking though. Maybe I need to have less rigor on Mondays. Maybe I need to slow down. I now understand why/how kids end up as they are in college. This slow slow progress somehow starts before high school… and middle. I don’t know. It’s discouraging. Back to the drawing table. What are the minimal things I want my kids to get down before they move on? I’m almost 2/3rds done with first semester. It’s still just trial and error.
I miss reading To Kill a Mockingbird with my old students. I cried when I read the verdict of Tom Robinson in that class, and I still cry now when I read it. Although now, I think of mockingbirds and I think of my students. And I hear stories of how all of them are scattered and falling through cracks and making the wrong friends. And I feel like everything is hopeless. And when we do high school suggestions during parent-teacher conferences, and kids are planning to go to the crapcrack schools around this area, I just think, what’s the point? Why do I bother trying to do the hard things?
I think I’m extra sad because today I found out that my Ren Man is hanging with the wrong crowd and just going the wrong way. I found out same case for Diva. I found that Emo is most likely not going to have a chance to go to the ivys because her high school doesn’t support her in that way even though she’s freaking brilliant. She taught herself geometry. WHO can SELF-TEACH themselves GEOMETRY in 8th grade? And the system is so messed up, that even if you prepare them super well, or even if you don’t prepare them well at all, they’re all going to end up wherever depending on the luck of the draw.
And then. with kids who are unappreciative, or just mean, or hurtful, why bother trying?
Folks, welcome to Oakland public schools.